Chapter 48: Beating Song Qingyan

"Is it?" Song Qingyan walked over slowly and stood in front of a fat scorpion. His chin was lifted and he said proudly: "Have you heard me say fifty-two silver?"
Fat scorpion decisively shook his head: "No!"
Song Qingyan turned and looked at a thin scorpion: "Have you heard?"
"No, no, absolutely nothing!" The thin scorpion shook his head and waved his hand, negating it very simply.
"You...you..." Murong looked at a familiar face and was shocked to say nothing. Song Qingyan was their friend. He was also their friend. At the crucial moment, why did they all help Song Qingyan? Would you not be fair to him?
Murong Xue sneered, they did not refuse to say fair words to Murong, but they were bought by Song Qingyan, or he was caught by the handle, and did not dare to speak for him!
In other words, Murong Yu was calculated by their team.
"Murong, you have heard them, are you still ready to argue?" Song Qingyan raised his eyebrows at Murong, and he was proud of it.
Murong Yu hated him with hate, and the hand under the sleeves gripped tightly. The jade-like eyes turned red a little bit: he didn't have any sophistry. He said all the facts.
"It's not a sophistry, then it's still silver!" Song Qingyan saw him yelling at himself and not talking. His heart disdained, shaking out the words, and swaying in front of the crowd: "This is the agreement we signed, everyone sees It is clear that the amount owed by Murong is a bit large, people's cards, physical evidence, you must not say that I bully their orphans and brothers..."
Murong Rou stood at the door, looking at Murong's eyes full of anger, suffering from the appearance of suffering, the feeling of stagnation was instantly smooth: Murong Yu lost 500,000 yuan in one hour, absolutely true defeated son, Wenwu Baiguan The famous aristocrats will cast aside on him and hate him. His reputation will be completely destroyed.
In contrast, they have been greedy for nearly a million dollars in their own ten years, which is insignificant. After all, even if they don’t take those things, they will be defeated by Murong in two hours...
The town government will not be hollowed out by itself, but will be gambling by Murong.
After today, the rumors that blame yourself will be much less, and Murong’s big hand on the gambling table will be full of wind and rain...
Looking at her sinister sinister flashing, Murong Xue sneered at the lips, this is the purpose of Murongrou, smearing Murong smash into a lot of money, the unsuccessful defeat of the family, her ten-day private shop, Others will not be in the heart again...
Because everything needs to be compared, a despicable and shameless person, compared with the unselfish people, people must not want to treat her with a thousand knives, but compared with another more despicable person, she is not so fierce. .
To smear Murong and wash her own, such a mean and shameless way is only Murong soft can think of it, but she will never let Murong soft wish: "Fifty two is changed to five thousand two is easy, add one on the cross Oh, that’s fine.

Song Qingyan’s eyes glanced and frowned and looked at Murong Xue:
I’m going to be a dumb son of Wu’an Houfu, I’m going to do such a mean and shameless thing...

"Difficult to say!" Murong Xue disdain: "Some time ago, you a gentle and sorrowful lady in Wu'an Houfu, almost stenciled my mother's dowry shop, you Wu'an Houfu two sons of the character ... I really do not Dare to believe..."
Murong's face was pale and the hands under the sleeves were tightly gripped: she spent a lot of effort to make the people shift their sights. Murong Xue said a short sentence, and let those contempt and disdainful eyes fall. It’s awful to return to myself!
"I am me, she is her, I have nothing to do with her, you rarely confuse me with her." Song Qingyan swept over Murongrou, swearing to Murong Xue, holding the paper agreement in hand, shaking back and forth in front of her :
"Look, you see, this is the certificate that your brother owes me debt. What are you doing with money? What are you doing? Is it because you don’t want to pay back your money, you are prepared to pay your debts? If you can't afford to lose, don't play, you still have to pay, your character is really bad, people can't compliment..."
"Song Qingyan!" Murong's anger is unstoppable, and his body shape will be rushed and beaten by Song Qingyan.
Murong Xue stretched his hand and stared at Song Qingyan: "Song Ergong won 500,000 yuan in one hour, and the gambling is really brilliant."
"Over the prize!" Song Qing said that his chin is high, his nostrils are in the sky, and his arrogance is full.
"You have been betting on so many games, are you sitting in Zhuang?" Murong Xue raised his eyebrows at him.
"Yes!" Song Qing said arrogantly.
Murong Xue slowly stepped forward and pointed at the iron squat in front of him: "Is this pair of scorpions?"
"Yes!" Song Qingyan nodded again.
"Gambling with the scorpion of the hands and feet, Song Erzi, you are in the blatant swindle!" Murong Xue grabbed three scorpions and squeezed them hard, and the scorpion broke into two halves.
"Song Ergong's despicable and shameless calculation of my brother, but also straightforwardly teach him, mocking him, your character, is the real scum to make people dare to compliment!"
Everyone was shocked and stunned, looking at the palm of her six-half hollow scorpion, shocked and could not speak.
"Song Qingyan, you actually count me." Murong Yu first went back to God, angered, slammed into the front, waved his fist and beat the Song Qingyan.
Sharp pain came, Song Qingyan instantly returned to God, quickly swung back and counterattack, the two fiercely twisted, the scene was chaotic.
There is no such thing as dissuasion in the crowd, and there are many groups of discussions:
"It’s really Song Qingyan’s calculation of Murong Xiaohouye...

"But it's not that Xiao Houye is a good gambler, but it is also a measure. He only gambles fifty-two in one game. Even if he gambles on one hundred games, the two losers are still acceptable, but the Song Qingyan will actually change the bet. In a game of five thousand two, this is obviously the silver of the pit family..."
"That is, there is someone who counts the mother's dowry shop, and then he designs the silver of the people. This Wu'an Houfu is really awesome. You know that you are bullying the brothers and sisters who have no father and no mother..."
"The near Zhu is red, and the near ink is black. This sentence is really nothing wrong..."
Murong soft face is gloomy and terrible: Murong Xue, she is a good thing that she broke her own...
Murong Yu grew tall, and he practiced martial arts for ten years. He was a fist and a tiger, and he was like a rain-like fist. He did not carelessly bow to Song Qingyan.
Song Qingyan is one year younger than him. He is thin and thin. He only knows how to embroider his legs. After ten strokes, he was beaten with only the power of parry. He did not fight back. His face and body were hurt, and his tears were so painful. Holding his head in both hands, he screamed: "Help, save lives..."
Everyone is deaf to the ears, children fight, it’s normal, and it’s more healthy, especially like Song Qingyan’s. It’s mean to be mean, and you should learn a little less.
Song Qingyan saw no one to pay attention to his call for help, Murong Yan was red-eyed, and there was a frame that did not kill him. He was fearful and cried:
"It’s Murong softly, I’m doing this, buying a donkey, doing tricks on the donkey, she taught me, and said that we won five or five points, we are complicity, Murong, you can’t just hit me. ......"